”Faust howled again. Fresh blood burned in the air.Abigail humped her pussy into her husband’s devouring mouth. He licked and nuzzled, feasting on...her flesh. Her pussy clenched. She groaned, a desperate hunger in her depths. She had to be filled. To be used and fucked.She didn’t need her pussy eaten.“Fuck me,” Abigail hissed, releasing Britney’s nipple. “Ram that big, thick cock in me, Damien. I need it. Pound me. Oh, I’m so horny.”Mary laughed as Faust howled.“Pound me. Make me scream louder. I'm distracted from what you are saying by your hand running from my knee to my hip and over to the soaked crotch of my panties. Your fingers rub at my swollen lips when a server comes over and places two shots on the table, shocking us out of our tryst.Both our heads jerk up and he points over his shoulder, "They're from the guy at the bar."Both of us look over to see the guy who fucked me just a little earlier. I smirk and knock back the shot, holding your hand to my pussy. I'm ready to beg. After transferring his patents to my name and registering my legal address to the lakeside home I began the multi-day trek to one of the few places in the lower 48 that was North of portions of Canada.I wanted to see the place with fresh eyes, so I stayed the night in Traverse City. Since I’d not visited the area before I had no feeling for the grade of the local restaurants. I took my father’s advice and walked around the restaurant’s building of the place I chose. If they don’t keep a clean. .. you know.”“Right,” Kelly said.Soon they came to a table and poured themselves some drinks. They party quickly went into full swing as people chatted and had fun. There were more than a few games being played and there were lots of dancing as the music came flowing out of speakers all over the shoreline. While the atmosphere was charged, no one was actually indulging in their carnal passions, for now this was a pretty standard party under the light of a full moon.For a little while, Kelly.